The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 6

The dress drops from my hand. His eyes wander lower. My heart skips a beat. His gaze lingers. I can barely hear my breaths as intense hunger clouds his eyes. I’ve never seen a man look at me that way before, and I’ve never seen that look in his eyes, even when he looked at Anya. It was so new to me.

The sound of footsteps breaks both of us out of our trance. Atticus steps in and slams the door shut before anyone can see me.

The sound is enough to remind me of my state.

I spin around and cover my exposed breasts even though it doesn’t make sense now that he’s seen them. And I’m not helping the situation by showing him my bare ass either. That is if he’s still looking at me, which I doubt he is.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll leave when my brother walks past my room.” He tells me. Did I mistake it, or was there a huskiness to his voice?

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “This is your room. I’ll be finished in a minute. You can have the room to yourself after.”

“No.” He disagrees. “There is no need to rush.”

There is a slight pause before he softly says, “this will be your room eventually.”

holding as I fell onto his bed. My face hits his shirt, and I inhale even though I shouldn’t. Why do even his clothes smell as good as

opens again, “Autumn, why

for us a little distance away, and I

the record for my

walks into the room to

me as she joins my side. I take it from her and stare at the

Some were calling me a fake

like the

‘How could you?’

words, but it left the

something simple that made him agree to marry me. Did his

are ten missed calls from her—my closest friend. She should know that I would never intentionally betray her. This was out of my control. I didn’t even know about it to

the wedding. Even though my heart belonged to him, I didn’t want to take him away from Anya. I cared about them

a second. I can’t help but stare. The white shirt compliments his eyes, and the fabric pressed tightly

effect he always had on me. Except now he was finally looking my way. He never did before. I had his attention, and I wasn’t prepared at

is the most beautiful man I’ve ever set my eyes on. Too good

with me,” Atticus says, and I do as he says. He takes us to the photographer. The man looks eager to take our pictures. This must be something he loves doing. Was he accustomed to taking pictures of couples who didn’t want to get married? If not, this was about to be interesting

her.” The photographer orders

to the back,